Cleaning Up With A Nuclear Rocket Launcher

"Hold on… why are there so many Ferals?"

"Something's not right!"

Jiang He's delight slowly stiffened then, and he leapt atop an abandoned bus parked nearby.

Though it was nighttime, Jiang He's vision had grown stronger by the day. Moreover, the moon was not too dark, which made it no different from morning for Jiang He.

He looked out to find over a dozen of Ferals.

All of them were bounding towards the same direction where Jiang He himself was advancing.

Then, before that dozen of Ferals vanished from sight, another few Ferals charged forward from the distance in the night. In fact, when one of them passed by Jiang He's bus, it merely looked up at him once before continuing to run ahead.

"…"

Jiang He looked visibly puzzled.

He jumped off the bus and killed the Feral with a single slap, and could not help exclaiming, "What on earth is this?

"Perhaps…

"Could a treasure be born over there?"